SEA LEVEL
Love can be as capricious
As the open sea
One moment flat and
complacent;
The next moment railing and
tumultuous
It can run deep as well as
shallow
It can evaporate into
nothingness
Or it can overwhelm with
furious force
And if it is saturated with
salt,
It will leave the senses dying
of thirst
While drowning in a tsunami of regret